Gemotions

The listing appeared on Carol's computer screen, and her breath caught. It was a familiar house, a familiar street, a familiar warmth that spread throughout her being. She felt a lightness, as if she could float above the surface of her day.

She remembered the specific creak of the front door, the way the sunlight hit the kitchen table in the morning, the scent of her mother's perfume clinging to the curtains. She felt her hands trembling as she clicked on the "Request Information" button. She felt a flutter in her stomach, an energy that made her bounce in her chair.

She sent the email, and then she waited, her fingers drumming on the desk.